I play it safe
Niggas will dick ride you
Then hate
They Smile in your face
But that's your mans
Nigga That's your ace
Growing up
A nigga
Never shot for second place
Be Running from law
Like a lil nigga just did the race
Laying low
Getting high
Reminiscing bout
The times
Still asking god why?
RIP to the Guys
Lord knows
I ain't living right
I bring a bag
Ever trip
Like I'm spending the night
Change my life
Stay away from drama and foe
The Problems and hoes
Good Karma
Been look out for the bros
No religion we was saved
By the poles
Went to sleep off the lean
Like Jesus I rose
Told her lay it down like Lloyd
Beat the pussy up like Floyd
Big 9 on my hip
Call him Johnny Kilroy
Big dog in this bitch
Call me uncle Elroy
A-Rs in the crib
Cause a nigga paranoid
Got a 40 with a 30
Like I'm counting by tens
Get the bag
Front my brothers
I don't f*ck with new friends
In the whip behind tint
That's the camos
Stuck in the hood
Like the trunk of a Lambo'
She playing roles
Had to block her
She ain't get the message
She blew down
Made my other bitch
Show her the exit
Money in the safe
You stupid
If you thinking you safe
100 dollar stakes
Y'all tag alongs
This ain't no date
She trynna layup on me
But this ain't the NBA
She at church every Sunday
But she ain't got no faith
Ion rock bape
Rock the bags
Like a title wave
You the type a bitch
That I'd never give the time a day
Taeo Williams - Akron (feat. Cousin Tone) Lyrics
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I play it safe
Niggas will dick ride you
Then hate
They Smile in your face
But that's your mans
Nigga That's your ace
Growing up
A nigga
Never shot for second place
Be Running from law
Like a lil nigga just did the race
Laying low
Getting high
Reminiscing bout
The times
Still asking god why?
RIP to the Guys
Lord knows
I ain't living right
I bring a bag
Ever trip
Like I'm spending the night
Change my life
Stay away from drama and foe
The Problems and hoes
Good Karma
Been look out for the bros
No religion we was saved
By the poles
Went to sleep off the lean
Like Jesus I rose
Told her lay it down like Lloyd
Beat the pussy up like Floyd
Big 9 on my hip
Call him Johnny Kilroy
Big dog in this bitch
Call me uncle Elroy
A-Rs in the crib
Cause a nigga paranoid
Got a 40 with a 30
Like I'm counting by tens
Get the bag
Front my brothers
I don't f*ck with new friends
In the whip behind tint
That's the camos
Stuck in the hood
Like the trunk of a Lambo'
She playing roles
Had to block her
She ain't get the message
She blew down
Made my other bitch
Show her the exit
Money in the safe
You stupid
If you thinking you safe
100 dollar stakes
Y'all tag alongs
This ain't no date
She trynna layup on me
But this ain't the NBA
She at church every Sunday
But she ain't got no faith
Ion rock bape
Rock the bags
Like a title wave
You the type a bitch
That I'd never give the time a day
Niggas will dick ride you
Then hate
They Smile in your face
But that's your mans
Nigga That's your ace
Growing up
A nigga
Never shot for second place
Be Running from law
Like a lil nigga just did the race
Laying low
Getting high
Reminiscing bout
The times
Still asking god why?
RIP to the Guys
Lord knows
I ain't living right
I bring a bag
Ever trip
Like I'm spending the night
Change my life
Stay away from drama and foe
The Problems and hoes
Good Karma
Been look out for the bros
No religion we was saved
By the poles
Went to sleep off the lean
Like Jesus I rose
Told her lay it down like Lloyd
Beat the pussy up like Floyd
Big 9 on my hip
Call him Johnny Kilroy
Big dog in this bitch
Call me uncle Elroy
A-Rs in the crib
Cause a nigga paranoid
Got a 40 with a 30
Like I'm counting by tens
Get the bag
Front my brothers
I don't f*ck with new friends
In the whip behind tint
That's the camos
Stuck in the hood
Like the trunk of a Lambo'
She playing roles
Had to block her
She ain't get the message
She blew down
Made my other bitch
Show her the exit
Money in the safe
You stupid
If you thinking you safe
100 dollar stakes
Y'all tag alongs
This ain't no date
She trynna layup on me
But this ain't the NBA
She at church every Sunday
But she ain't got no faith
Ion rock bape
Rock the bags
Like a title wave
You the type a bitch
That I'd never give the time a day
Writer: Mateo Williams
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